What Happened To Virgil (Explicit) - Lil Durk/Gunna

Composed by：Durk Banks/Sergio Kitchens/Darrel Jackson

Banger

Oh yeah

I'm finna make a banger with this one

Last time you told me you proud of me

You wasn't proud of me

You was the n***a who doubted me

I was too mad at you

You love to come kill

You my brother

That s**t was a tragedy

But magically I got the strategy

I was so sick and tired of n***as keep asking me

Who was the killers between the hood

Bro I'm a king

That mean we good

DJ on the beat so it's a banger

Talked to my TT about my problems

Learned to survive

I carry my choppa

Before I was twelve

I went to the doctor

F**ked on a stripper and I took me a Roxy

How you my blood and you say you gon' pop me

Follow with loyalty

Never 'bout thotties

Don't mention my name if you mention them bodies

Don't mention my name if you mention them bodies

Stop taking d**gs after sending a song

How you gon' blame me

Y'all give him cabaña

B***h I'm a star

Gotta use condom

Don't drink Par

Only like Wocka'

Sippin' on Wocka

I feel like I'm Flocka

S**t in my parker

That s**t'll go blocka'

Say that I'm mean

What you mean

I caught you

Get away from her

Have speed

No tossin'

Called you a b***h

I'm sorry I lost you

Head down

X pill

Percocet

Off it

B***h my phone died

Pass me a charger

Ain't have a coat

Walked to school in a thermal

B***hes you lookin' up to

They'll burn you

Get out my business

That s**t don't concern you

I get to diggin' this s**t when I learn you

I love the trenches

This s**t is eternal

Oh my God

What happened to Virgil

I wish my brother had made it out surgery

I be up thinkin'

That s**t do be hurtin' me

If they gon' catch me

Them n***as gon' murder me

Oh no

Oh

Gave my bro twenty

He called for a burglary

I love the b***hes who say they ain't hurtin' me

Never seen blood

That s**t'll turn burgundy

Oh my God

What happened to Virgil

Oh my God

What happened to Virgil

Fresh like the first day of school

I'm a scholar

Found the solution and got some more problems

We from the sandbox

My dog since a toddler

Sixteen years old when I shed my first chopper

Flew out of Van Nuys

Landed in Opa Locka

Quit flyin' in G5

Fly helicopters

Fly helicopters

I count every blessin' and count every dollar

I'm 'bout to go factory plain

I treat all of my dogs the same

Take care all of my b***hes the same

I just hope you financially sane

Never turning my back on the gang

From the A

We was taught to be brave

Had to squabble and take a few fades

Stay rock solid

You'll get through the phase

That my n***a

What happened to Virgil

Talked to God

I don't wanna get murdered

I got style

I don't know what you heard of

You lil' p***y

You soft and fertile

Only rumors throughout my circle

Only rumors throughout my circle

Oh

R I P Prince

I'ma pour up some purple

600 Maybach

The one with the curtain

Young GunnaWunna

The boy bought the Birkin

I'm goin' hard

Know you proud of me workin'

Ridin' round the town sippin' and swervin'

Hold it down

Do this s**t with a purpose

Louis down

Man this s**t came from Virgil

Oh my God

What happened to Virgil

Oh my God

What happened to Virgil

Oh my God

What happened to Virgil

Oh my God

What happened to Virgil